Novel & Cerita Dear Evan Hansen Sincerely Me

Evan walked around his desk and stopped in front of her, his intimidating straight posture didn't fail to affect Helena as she cowered back though she was fumed at his question. Evan invaded her personal space, getting on her face, “Helena!” His voice held authority but Helena pressed her hands to his chest and shoved him back though He didn't budge. “You tell me what that was, Evan Conan Hemsworth!” Helena asked sharply.

“Ana, I wish you had stayed too!” [I don’t have much time left. I keep calling Evan, but I can’t reach him. I miss him so much. These past few days, every time I close my eyes, all I see is how we first met. If only life could stay like that forever. Evan, I miss you so much.] Evan closed the diary. Then he drew the blade across his wrist, right over the artery. In the final moments of his life, Evan turned on the recorder. As words like “old lady,” “get on your knees and beg,” and “more entertaining than teasing a dog” filled his ears, it felt as if the blood in his veins had frozen.

Evan says with a warm smile. Evan is one of the kindest people in the office and probably the only person here that I can truly call a friend. He does like to gossip, but it’s never mean-spirited like almost everyone else that we work with. I try to give him my best smile when I respond, “Evan, hey! I’ve just been here making a few copies, did you need me for something?” “Yeah, no. You can keep that fake smile for someone else, honey,” he says. “Did you bring your lunch today?”

Still, he looked at me sadly and held out an envelope toward me. “I’m so sorry, Elena, but your services are no longer needed here anymore. You’ve been fired,” Declan said. I froze in place like a statue, my mind clouded and unable to make sense of anything. What the heck is happening to me?!

I forwarded it to Eva with a message. "The world knows you have claimed me now. So I am never letting you go 🥰. -D"

“You can mock all you want, but I’m going home to my husband. Enjoy your lonely steak dinner.” “You’re seriously leaving?” he asked, looking genuinely disappointed. “I haven’t seen you in months, Liv. Stay a little longer.” “I will next time, I promise,” I muttered. “But tonight is important.” Ethan sighed, and rose to his feet as well. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when this perfect little dream of yours comes crashing down.” “It won’t,” I said. “Goodbye, Ethan.”

“Hello? You've reached David Parker, do well to drop a message after the ring.” My heart ticked heavily in my chest. Heart issues. I rubbed a hand over my chest to soothe the pain clawing at my heart but that didn't help. Seeing my two year old pull at the seams of my dress with teary eyes was equally devastating. For months, I reminded him of it. I couldn't believe he still forgot. Tapping on the end call button, I bent over to my daughter's level. “Don't worry, Chloe. I'm here and your birthday will still be a blast even if daddy is busy.”

No sooner had Esther finished than Evander blurted out, “I’m not sick, I don’t need your treatment!” ***

This wasn’t just another meeting it was the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I entered his office quietly, catching sight of Mr. Harrington engrossed in paperwork behind his grand desk. He looked up the moment I stepped in, his face lighting up with a genuine smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Harrington,” I said automatically, then immediately caught myself. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I mean… sorry, Dad.” He chuckled, his smile never wavering. “Take your time, Evelyn. Slowly, slowly you’ll get there. These things take time, but trust me, everything will fall into place naturally.”

When I left the hospital, it was already dark. Ethan had called me repeatedly and even offered to drive me home, but I assured him I was okay. My phone dinged again, and since I was relaxed in the car, I decided to check out what notifications I had been receiving since morning. "Oh shit! No way did I forget about that?!" I screamed as I read out the notification: October 30th, Ethan Sheln's birthday ! I bit my lips in regret; I couldn't even wish him a happy birthday. How would he then believe I had changed for the better?